I could lay here all dayAnd still feel the sameRest doesn't helpWhen it’s used this way So my friends drink fluidsUntil their stomachs divideWhile trying to kill Something else on the inside So I sit around and traceAll these new lines on my face, Yeah, I might be blindBut always end up in the same place

Chorus: Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be luckyThan good, yeah, good at anything, anything

Winter's gotten under Everyones skin againNow I’m seeing soggy versions of my friends.So I’ll drink fluids until my limbs thaw out. The snow may have melted,But the trash, it came out! So I sit around the trace But always end up in the same place

Chorus: Lucky, lucky, I'd rather be luckyThan good, yeah, good at anything, anything